Uzumaki Village – Council Grounds, Day of the Selection
A few weeks later, Aizen could be seen with a thoughtful look, having to choose some candidates for the Biju to eventually decide they wanna be in wasn't easy.
Oh well, he did train in this time, even sparred with some clan elders—was fun... they lost, but oh well. They didn't even manage to land a single punch on him, or even make him sweat at all, but hey, at least they tried and that was all that mattered.
He didn't know where Seijuro was. All he knew was that his original was probably either in Konoha right now or somewhere in the Land of Water, looking for Shibai Ōtsutsuki's corpse in order to do some shit with it.
As to how he knew who Shibai was... well, the memories of the Ōtsutsuki who tried ganking him were very useful, and now they would be used to upgrade him even more.
They would help him ascend into godhood way easier than before.
Like sure, right now, he was top 1 on this planet, and the gap between him and second place was quite vast.
Like for real, Sakumo/Hiruzen weren't even seeing his back at this point, they could only fight for second place.... as for Madara.
Well.... as much as Seijuro wanted to manipulate him... which probably wouldn't be the first time this man was manipulated by something not from this world...
The old man served no purpose apart from the fact that he possessed like slivers of Indra chakra left.
Which, well.
[POV Change]
Seijuro could be seen looking at the old man's corpse, his gaze looking at the jar in his hand—shit was filled to the brim with Indra chakra.
Let the past die out... the Infinite Tsukuyomi wasn't going to work out. Taking away everyone's free will—that wasn't true peace. And while what Seijuro had planned for the shinobi world wouldn't solve all its problems, it would be the closest to peace that the shinobi world could ever achieve.
As to why the fuck he targeted Madara... it was for a reason, which may or may not include... the man being aware of way too much shit.
Seijuro looked at the black goo in his right hand.
That should be Black Zetsu.
Hm. Yeah, he could 100% make a Karma to revive the Ōtsutsuki who made him.
Well... time to hunt.
[Clone POV]
The clone could be seen standing in front of a rather big crowd. Why? Public perception was key in this stuff he was doing, so as long as the Biju acted nice, the public would not see them as monsters.
Anyway, it was time for the Biju to choose who they wanted to be bonded with for the next 60 to 70 years.
Then, they'd get 5-ish years break or so, then repeat the cycle once more.
And with the advanced force he was planning to build, he sighed a bit... so much fucking work... it was such a pain to be fucking immortal.
He would be alive for a long... long-ass time.
And now, he had the power to place Karma... which he wouldn't do. Instead, he would study said Karma, and develop a technique that attacks the gap between the two souls.
TL;DR, a weakness to anyone with a body-hopping technique—as the more you get hit by said attack, the soul of the original owner of the body would wake up, and as you are not the owner, your ass gets kicked out.
Should be simple enough.
Now... unto the Biju.
Matatabi – Two-Tails
The great flaming cat narrowed her glowing eyes, scanning the six hopefuls standing quietly beneath her.
She walked forward slowly, her paws silent despite her size. Her eyes landed on Rika Chinoike.
The girl stood still, hands calmly folded over her stomach, Genjutsu chakra circling around her subconsciously in protective loops. There was no fear in her gaze—just quiet acceptance.
Matatabi lowered her head slightly. Her nose brushed the girl's forehead.
A silent agreement.
Chosen.
Isobu – Three-Tails
The turtle shifted, his movements slow and deliberate. He regarded each of the six before him: powerful chakra users, warriors, even descendants of great clans. But his gaze stopped at Kaoru Hōzuki.
The boy didn't flinch. His affinity with water was as natural as breathing.
Isobu rumbled approvingly.
Another silent nod.
Chosen.
Gyūki – Eight-Tails
The ox-beast's eyes scanned the last six. His chakra flared, testing them all—judging their potential to withstand him.
When it hit Raizo Hoshigaki, the berserker didn't waver.
Instead, he grinned.
Blood from a sparring wound still dripped down his arm. He hadn't bothered bandaging it. He stood proud—scars, wild hair, and cracked fists and all.
Gyūki growled in laughter.
Yeah.
Chosen.
Post-Selection – Council Chamber
Well, the beasts had spoken, so he would do the sealing. Yet, as he was preparing to get the sealing squad to get this shit done...
He would hear some elders bitching.
"Three choices," one elder whispered behind him, "and not one to the Uzumaki."
Another replied, "Then maybe we did it right."
Aizen smirked faintly, overhearing it all. He didn't turn to address them.
But in his mind, he noted the pattern—Chinoike, Hōzuki, Hoshigaki.
A/N...man going to make the uzumaki clan the big dogs.